killing the dead

eyes open.
unexplainable. full of shit.

eyes closed.
i saw a group of dolls. they are wearing clothes, just like human being. i have a machine gun in my right hand, and a cigarette, marlboro brand in my left hand. i put them in one line, then i shoot their head with my machine gun. continuously, right on their head. until they fly violently apart. i laugh out loud and keep shooting.

i am way too much intoxicated right now. intoxicated with the result from everything that i'm trying to do. overwhelmed is the word.

if there is a single day that allows people to kill, i'll stand up in the front line and wear a "shoot my head, i'll give u cookies" shirt.

i really want to kill someone. someone whose doesn't breath, n doesn't have life. i want to kill the dead. so i can break him apart without feeling guilty.

just something.. i want to do something different. big or small, i don't care. i just want to do something. im depressed.

men are not perfect. they will never do. and you will never been perfect too. but its just you who cannot accept the reality. this is not a wonderland. this is earth. and this earth is full of shit.

eyes open again.
i better find something to kill.